Back from Prague. Definitely one of my favorite cities. I've said that about other cities but I genuinely mean it. Here are some cities that rank at the bottom for me- Zürich, Zinal in Switzerland and Paris. Salzburg was okay... Anyway, everything in Prague was walking distance so we got our fair share of sightseeing. My favorite part was the Charles Bridge like everyone else who has visited Prague. The city is incredibly romantic so I'm glad I went with Amos. =)

As much as I'd love to gush about Prague, I have other pressing matters on my mind.

You know how in the beginning of the relationship you wanna make yourself seem like Miss/Mr. Universe. Brains, beauty, talent, the whole lot. Accomplishing this said image might sometimes entail telling white lies. When we first met, Amos told me he played drums. I also have a drum background. I played for the drum corps in high school. First place two out of the three times I competed, baby. Anyway, I decided to take it up a notch. I told him I was in a band called Mosquito Cleavage and that we were discovered practicing in a friend's garage. We were signed immediately and are currently in the process of putting out an album. Production is, however, on hiatus due to many of the members studying abroad, including yours truly. We were also supposed to tour with the Rolling Stones but once again, due to scheduling conflicts, we were forced to take a raincheck.

Because we live in such a great dormitory, there's a music room complete with a drum set. Amos had been wanting to play but it had always slipped his mind. Today it was the ONLY thing on his mind. He even went to the bank to take out money for the 25€ deposit. He says, "I can't wait to play drums with you! I wanna see what you got." Totally unbeknownst to him, I got nothing. Well, aside from military beats which can be completed with one snare leaving the bass, toms, and cymbals feeling totally left out. So I had to fess up and tell him that Mick Jagger was in fact not knocking on my door begging for Mosquito Cleavage to do at least one leg of the tour with them.

Instead of being mad at me for making up such grandiose lies, he accuses me of being scared to play. I mean, if the guy wants to hear the beginning of Seven Nation Army by the White Stripes, I'm all for it. (For those of you who don't know the beginning, Meg just beats the bass repeatedly) Other than that, my drumming skills are right up there with decoupage and shark hunting.

Moral of the story- don't include celebrities in your white lies.